So on Friday, the whole staff went to dinner. All the Canadian and Chinese staff. We had a blast. The restaurant that we went to was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a bunch of hills with trees. When I walked in, I was met with 5 huge pictures of Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin, and Mao. Funny. We all fit on one school bus, with no standing room left (there were about 60+ of us)! Some of my colleagues bought a bunch of beer and brought it to the restaurant. And when I say a bunch, I mean about 3 beers each person. A lot of the Chinese staff didn't drink, so the Canadian teachers were walking out of the restaurant with like 2 bottles each. I drank mine on the bus on the way to KTV.
I didn't really sing all that much, but I did play a Chinese dice game with various staff members. It was pretty rad. By 11:00, most of the Chinese staff were gone, and the room devoid of drinks. My colleague Shane and I went to buy more beers for the Canadian staff. As the room cleared slowly, I left with the last group to go to some bar. We walked there from KTV, only to find out our other colleagues were there already!
Everyone was drunk as s--t. I wasn't all that drunk, and I guess some of my colleagues noticed. By the time I reached the bar to just get a last drink and call it a night, some of my colleagues were there. Apparently, they had drinks (plural) "waiting" for me. Whatever. I'm in Asia, and apparently when your colleagues drink, YOU drink.
Right after I toasted with them, I tried to flee the scene, only to meet MORE of my colleagues outside eating street noodles! Can I never get away from these people!?
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